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Lift Your Prayers Downward


Is it just me. Have I, the ego, come unfettered and clanked my way across my own senses? I’d hope so…

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Today I smiled. I wasn’t supposed to know. I was to be.

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I’m smiling now.

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This journey of ours only seems like its forever, until the next, and the next and the next- oh swim me your sultry doctrine, lift your prayers downward, reacquaint them with truth.

This trek across the familiar seems familiar, yet unknown. The instinct of where we are allows us to remain humble.

We’ve wrecked our last lifetime. Us, we, you and I are guilty of attempted murder, bribery and thievery of The Grandmother, the Heart(H) of Love, Heaven and Home!

You’re as guilty as charged. How will you plead?

Might I say I loved most of the time? Might we say that we deserve another chance?

You’ve had so many! You’ve had an eternity of chances. How many more might have to suffer because of your foul arrogance?

Are you hearing these words, spirit?

They are mine.

Oh spirit! Send me beneath thy veil that I might soar with thee, eartH and eternal life. Love and peace.

Stewards, ready yourselves for her speech and to again begin your care of her, care for heaven, this is the throne upon which Love will speak. Love and Heaven, will be heard. Heed the time, she will speak with thunder and lightening, the rivers will rise up to be heard and the sliding rocks will swallow up our hell on eartH. See the eartH quaking? Let us cleanse her and then see where we go from there. Love.

Destruction’s the easy way out, loving and- Switch off the green of eternal life.

Isn’t that suicide?

(Silence...)

© 2011 by mark prime



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